A young woman arrives, collects the official voting box, and demands that the soldier on duty escort her around the island.

The nameless woman is totally dedicated to her duty, a true believer in the importance of voting, a tireless worker, rather voluble and certainly not submissive.

This confuses and angers the soldier, who feels that a man should be the voting agent and, in any event, the election is a waste of time.

The couple-by-necessity do eventually (jeep trouble aside) scour the land to find eligible voters among the sparse locals.

Apparently, the locals are not particularly fluent in Persian, the national language of Iran, with some speaking in gulf dialect Arabic.

A serious natural, sly, or tongue-in-cheek humor emerges in this realistic, ethnographic, patriotic work that is quite outspoken which stresses isolation, not poverty.

They live in a remote rural area with unpaved roads, little electricity, and few cars, and Payami is using the various people they meet to show some of the views on the democratic process and life in general.

The negative experiences are enough to test the agent's unwavering confidence in her beliefs, and her conviction is enough to cause the soldier to question his indifference.